I don't know,
if your departure hurts me,
or... discovering your lies.
Let them weigh on my head,
a mixture of anger and sadness,
is what I have.
Your silence, it condemns you.
Cowardice defines you.
I don't want any more lies,
I just want the truth,
my dignity is worth much more.
The look gives you away,
you're not able to hold it.
Your pores are sprouting guilt,
which is accompanied by false words.
I'm not afraid of being wrong,
to turn your back, as much as it hurts,
it's a better remedy,
to keep putting up with your lies.
